home turf harvest

Little Eris Pyre of the Ademre was not so sure of where she had smelled the wintergreen, but Belle was careful to make a note of the place in question. Subtly she shifted herself in that direction. Belle continued to take a sniff of the air as her delicate paws carried her forward. Her eyes were alight and shifted from tree to tree and she looked for the bright red berries. ”It likes to be dry, and with the summer we’ve had most of the woods could offer optimal growth.” She’d hoped she might be able to narrow down their search. ”Maybe we should start where the ground is highest.” Though the orchard was mostly flat there were a few small hills and valleys.

”In my family a princess should be able to take care of herself as well as a prince.” Another truth, even when the Klein Empire stood at its peak there had been no royal guard. ”My father, the King, taught me to be a warrior as much as a princess.”